The six Martial Emperors were walking in the formation, and they suddenly felt a huge sense of depression, Rao is they had killed countless people in their lives, and they also felt a palpitation at this moment.

Moreover, the formation formed by these hundred disciples of the Divine Sword Battalion seemed to follow the power of some kind of law of heaven and earth, and the strength of the six people was forcefully suppressed.

The six of them were rampage in the formation, and the terrifying power was almost unstoppable, but they found that they were obviously going straight forward, but they had been circling in circles, and they had never been able to break through the encirclement of these hundred people.

Long Tu glanced at it slightly, and ignored the situation here, it was only a matter of time before he broke through this formation with the strength of six people.

The real threat came from the seven people in front of them, especially the two of them who had reached the level of the lower rank Martial Emperor, Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, the main and deputy commanders of the Divine Sword Battalion.

Jiang Chi and the others had already retreated far to the side, and with their half-step Martial Emperor strength, they could barely join this battle.

But the Divine Sword Battalion pays attention to the way of cooperation, and what they have learned is not related to what they have learned, so they can't integrate into it at all, so they can only be spectators and take precautions.

Kill!

The seven of them shot at the same time, the blood drinking knife in their hands bloomed with blood-colored light, and the endless blood clouds in the sky began to roll endlessly, and the yin wind was howling, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.

Long Tu flipped his palm, and a purple spear appeared in his hand, and with a slight swing, the air suddenly rippled, and a cyan auger hovered over the body of the spear.

The dragon head opened up and roared, and the spear swept away, shaking four times in the air, blocking all seven people's attacks.

Whew!

With the collision of blades, terrifying power emanated, and black cracks spread out in the space.

With a casual move, several people tore the space apart, and the black spatial crack spread for thousands of meters in the air before stopping.

Wherever the crack passed, the peaks were cut in half, and from the sky, it looked like a piece of cake had been half gnawed by a dog.

The speed of several people was getting faster and faster in the air, and Xiao Chen's gaze couldn't keep up with the speed of the other party at all, and he could only hear a deafening roar.

And the black cracks that kept spreading around them, bang, on the battlefield, a blood-colored streamer flew out upside down.

A martial artist of the Divine Sword Battalion had a fist-sized blood hole on his forehead, but he was stabbed to death by Long Tu.

Moments later, cracks spread across his wounds, and his body was quickly torn to shreds.

"Haha, come again, the Divine Sword Camp is nothing more than that. ”

Long Tu looked up to the sky and laughed, and when the words fell, another shot swept over, and the purple spear seemed to really come to life.

Turning into a green dragon and sweeping out, a disciple of the Divine Sword Battalion waved out a blood-colored brilliance that linked heaven and earth, wanting to resist this terrifying blow.

Before the cyan auger could get closer, a roar of rage, containing endless holy might, shook this person dizzy, and his legs and feet were weak.

Bang!

The next moment, the cyan auger turned into a hard purple spear again, and a little purple light appeared on the tip of the spear.

Long Tu's body was slightly sideways, and his hand slammed forward, breaking through the blood-colored brilliance like lightning.

The person quickly turned around and flew away, the speed was comparable to blood-colored lightning, Long Tu snorted coldly, and the spear scurried forward, holding the end of the blade in his right hand.

The range of the attack immediately increased a lot, and it directly swung sideways and hit this person in the chest.

This person spat out a bloody arrow from his mouth and flew backwards with his body flying backwards, and he didn't have time to control the direction, and crashed into the spatial cracks that spread one after another.

The body had no resistance, and it was cut into several pieces by the cracks.

At the same time, the fierce attacks of the other five people, with a bloody light in the sky, containing a terrifying killing move containing a killing artistic conception, flew towards Long Tu fiercely.

"The dragon is in the sky!"

Long Tu put away his gun and shouted wildly, and nine cyan augers suddenly flew out of his body, and the nine dragons took off, and a supreme will of wind contained in the cyan auger.

Bang bang bang!

The dragon roared, and the will of the wind sprayed out, startling the fierce wind, and suddenly blowing the monstrous killing artistic conception of the flood into smoke.

The artistic conception of killing is strong, but after all, it is only an artistic conception, and it is not an opponent of a higher level of will at all, unless a few people in the Divine Sword Battalion comprehend the will to kill.

The violent power of the Nine Dragons, with the power of destroying the world and destroying the world, quickly retreated without being hit, especially when the artistic conception was broken, the power of the killing move was greatly reduced, and the power of the recoil did not play at all.

Long Tu laughed wildly, and Jiulong flew back into his body, his figure flashed, and he came to a martial artist of the Divine Sword Battalion.

With a stab of the spear, a black hole appeared in the void, and the power of this shot was so violent that it directly pierced the space.

Above the tip of the spear, the supreme will of the wind began to scatter in all directions, and a black hole the size of a fist immediately spread violently.

The figure of Long Tu flashed and entered the spatial crack, and the next moment, the martial artist who was rapidly retreating came forward and suddenly cracked a gap.

A spear, with unrivaled power, burst out of the void and stabbed it in the forehead.

This shot was abrupt without any warning, and it was impossible to defend against it at all, and it was a shot that was bound to hit.

Clang!

Just as the spear was about to pierce the man's forehead, a blood-colored knife flashed from the side.

The blade slashed at the tip of the spear, but the Will of the Wind attached to the tip of the spear made it impossible to shake it at all.

Ximen Shadow, the chaotic eyes without focus, suddenly condensed, and two blood-colored eyes appeared in the first eyes, which looked extremely weird.

The terrifying killing artistic conception on the blade began to improve rapidly, and finally exploded, forming a wisp of killing will.

Rumble!

The terrifying shot was finally swung away, and the warrior took this opportunity to quickly dodge backwards.

Long Tu held the handle of the gun, slowly drilled out of the spatial crack, looked at Ximen Ying and said with a faint smile: "Yes, I actually evolved the artistic conception of killing to the will to kill, but there is only a wisp, see how you resist my will to the wind." ”

Drink!

The dragon figure spear swept, and the purple light on the tip of the spear burst out, and wisps of purple wind blades appeared, cutting cracks into the space.

Everywhere the wind blade passed, the cracks kept spreading, and the pitch-black cracks seemed to bloom like a flower, a terrifying flower with the power of death.

Ximen Ying's expression was solemn, without any words, the blood-colored eyes in his eyes bloomed with a strange light, and the long knife waved to repel the purple wind blades.

Countless wind blades were knocked out, cutting long black spatial cracks in the air, and many idle martial kings in the air avoided them, and they were immediately cut in half by the cracks.

The power of the spatial rift is simply not something that ordinary martial kings can compete with.

But the power carried on the wind blade was too powerful, and with each wisp of repulsion, Ximen Ying's body immediately flew back a hundred meters in the air, and his face became more and more pale.

Zhuo Yan, the deputy commander of the Divine Sword Battalion, saw that Ximen Ying was in critical condition, so he hurriedly flew over with a flash and worked together to repel the blood-colored wind blade.

Long Tu laughed, and a purple auger hovered above the spear, and quickly rushed towards the two, and then ignored the two.

Putting his eyes on the other three half-step Martial Emperor's Divine Sword Camp swordsmen, he tore them with his hand, and a spatial crack immediately appeared between heaven and earth, and the figure flashed out.

Bang bang bang!

That peerless and astonishing, with the will of the furious wind, was unleashed three times in a row, and the three half-step martial emperors condensed the killing artistic conception to the extreme.

But after all, there is a natural difference between artistic conception and will, and there is no way to shake the spear at all, and Long Tu hides his body in the spatial crack.

No matter where you hide, his figure will always appear next to you, or behind, or left and right, or directly in front of a shot.

The three half-step Martial Emperors, under this amazing shot, were exposed to a bloody hole above their brains, but they were dead and could not die anymore.

At this time, Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan were still fighting against the soaring cyan dragon, the dragon was a hundred meters long, the cyan scales were full of scales, and the spiritual light flashed on his eyes, just like a real dragon.

Galloping roaring, wanton in the air, between the dragon claws tearing, leaving thin cracks in the space, opening his mouth and spitting out a few wisps of cyan dragon flame from time to time.

Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan turned into two blood-colored streamers, leaving scars on their bodies while dodging the dragon's attack.

The knife move containing the artistic conception of killing, during the slash, the wound could not heal, and the figure of the dragon slowly faded, but it couldn't support it for long.

After solving the three half-step Martial Emperors, Long Tu turned his gaze and looked at the cyan auger that was already dim and was about to run out of energy, his face did not change, and the spear slashed out of thin air.

The purple light condensed on the tip of the spear, and the void was immediately opened a long crack, and the dragon figure turned around and disappeared into the night.

Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, who had completely eliminated the cyan dragon, didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and a crack suddenly opened on the top of their heads.

A purple spear, containing a strong will of the wind, exploded in the air and fell on the two of them.

While!

Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan's figures quickly moved a step, and the blood-colored long knives crossed together in the air, blocking the shot of the mountain cracking stone.

Long Tu's figure completely passed from behind the crack, laughed long, and roared angrily: "The mantis arm is a car, can you stop it, get out of me!"

The right hand holding the handle of the spear slammed into force, and a purple light spread from the tip of the spear to the bottom.

Suddenly, a dragon engraved on the body of the spear immediately became radiant, and the will of the wind became even more violent.

Bang!

Ximen Ying and the two of them each spit out a piece of blood, and the blood drinking knife in their hands couldn't bear this force, so they came out of their hands and swayed towards the ground.

"Get out!"

With a loud shout, Long Tu's figure jumped forward quickly, and the void was at his feet, like walking on the ground, leaving a purple footprint out of thin air with every step.

The spear was waved, and Ximen Ying, his left eye and chest, were each swept by a shot, and his body shot towards the rear, crashing into the mountain thousands of kilometers away, knocking half of the mountain into the air.

Xiao Chen looked at all this, his eyes were full of horror, and at the same time full of doubts, he was also a Martial Emperor, why did Long Tu beat the other Martial Emperors without a backhand.